Today was a pile of trash with more trash piled on top of it

Kindly now is a sodding beautiful record. I got it in the post today and now I’m listening to it after work, drinking wine and writing and reading. My best friend has had a lot of bad news lately, and her news effects me. It’s sad that after a flurry of perfect days such catastrophe can rear its head in the early hours of the morning. Last night I watched the lights as the plane gravitated upwards and I felt the stars around me and the lives below me, watching and feeling the sky. Then we touched concrete and then it was darkness. How can the worst situations be cast upon those the most worthy of such greatness? It doesn’t make sense. Arriving home and hearing certain circumstances makes things difficult.
So now.
I’m just floating in an abyss of confusion and weariness and tiredness.
I’m worried for people, In the only way you can without interfering too deeply or pressing too deeply.